The next morning, Axel woke up surrounded by girls once more.
His head was clear, and he could remember what happened the entire night without a single gap. How they almost refused to back off, pushing him further and further until he'd been drained to his very limit before the girls were finally satisfied.
Queen Wisteria, for one, was the worst of them.
The most aggressive by a wide margin—going on round after round the moment she had enough rest to continue, with a stamina that bordered on inhuman. She even outpaced Fenrir, who was herself no slouch and only fell behind by a slim margin.
It was a tiring night...
But a smile found its way to his lips anyway, quiet and unbothered, as he watched the girls sleeping peacefully around him.
"Thank you, everyone..."
He whispered under his breath—barely audible, the kind of thing that wasn't really meant to be heard.
He was still in pain, both physically and in places that didn't show on the surface.
